by Paul Blades
“Ooooooh, eeeeeeease! Ih urs! Ih urs!” she screamed through her gag.
“Of course it hurts, Anna,” Devlin retorted. “But once we get your asshole nice and stretched, you’ll find out how good it can feel.”
The cruel millionaire slowly sank his cock deep with Anna’s tortured bowels. When he was encapsulated to its hilt, he slowly eased himself back out again until the head of his cock was just poised within the entrance. “Ahhhhhhhhhh,” he said. “You’re ass is tight, Anna. And it’s so hot inside.” He paused his exploration of her bowels for a moment and then slowly and steadily eased himself forwards once again. “Ohhhhhhh yeah,” he moaned as he sank deep back inside her.
Anna was mortified by his perverse possession of her. She could feel her tears flowing from her blinded eyes. She had never experienced anything like the feeling of the thick, long, conscienceless prick in her ass. It was a strange, unignorable presence. Her anal ring burned as the cock brushed along it. “Ooooooooh!” she moaned.
Satisfied that he could come and go with ease, Devlin began a rhythmic thrust within Anna’s small, rear entrance. “Oh that’s good, that’s good,” he kept exclaiming. He reached his hand around Anna’s hip and took repossession of her quim. He began to rub her sensitized clit, spreading her cunt’s moisture over it, flicking it with his fingers, pinching and squeezing it. To Anna’s dismay, she felt her juices begin to rise once more. The friction of the steely cock over her anal ring had started to produce a strange tingling sensation. As the hand continued it work between her outspread thighs, she felt like she was going to come.
“Oh, no! No!” Anna thought. She didn’t want to come this way. Devlin would never let her forget it. It was too perverse, too strange.
But the pleasurable sensations continued to grow. “Uhhhh! Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh! Uhhhhhh!” she moaned at each hard, now frantic thrust of Devlin’s cock. Her face had been pressed down on the mattress. The strength of the passions flowing through her caused her to raise herself up on her elbows and tilt her head back. He hips involuntarily thrust back at the cock that was driving her lusts. She tried to press her pussy down on the knowledgeable hand that was teasing her sex. She felt it coming, her climax, and her body shook. She bit down on the balled up fabric in her mouth. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” she called out loudly. “Mmmmmmmmmmm!”
Devlin’s moans had turned to grunts and her moans were a signal for him to release his passions. “Oh, yeah! Yeah!” he yelled as his cock began to spurt and jump inside Anna’s bowels. His hands seized her breasts and squeezed them hard, using them to anchor his thrusting loins, as if they had been put there just for this purpose. His torso was draped over her back. It felt to Anna as if a demon had taken possession of her. His climax sparked Anna’s own release and she shuddered and quaked as her pussy throbbed and pulsed. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. Her whole body felt like it was coming. She could feel the pulsing of Devlin’s cock as it slipped back and forth across her sensitized anal opening. “Mmmmmmmmmmm!’ she shouted. “Mmmmmmmmm!”
Devlin’s motions behind her began to slow and Anna’s orgasm started to fade into echoes. A mesmerizing haze enveloped her. Devlin’s body was limp and she could feel the heaving of his lungs and the beating of his heart on her back. When he had regained his senses and his cock lost its hardened form, he rose and slipped it from her. She felt her rear opening gaping in memory of her recent possession.
Devlin rubbed his hot hands the length of her taut back. “That wasn’t bad, Anna. You really got into the spirit of the thing,” he said coolly. His voice was calm and collected, but Anna could hear the satisfaction in his voice, the rise and fall of his recovering breath.
Giving her ass a friendly rub, he eased himself off of the bed. Anna heard him go to the bathroom and begin rinsing himself clean at the sink. Her rear opening burned from its defilement and her heart was still beating wildly. She had placed her forehead back down on the mattress, resting it between her outstretched, confined arms. Her thighs were tired and aching and she longed to stretch them out. The man had, at least temporarily, ceased his assault on her, but she was still his bound, blinded and silenced prisoner.
Chapter Five
Anna felt shame and was filled with self recriminations for her wantonness. The man had used her in a profane, perverse way and she had delighted in it. Devlin had been right. When she had agreed to his salacious bargain, she had never imagined that she would be chained and gagged on his bed, that her abuse would be so total, that she would feel so demeaned and humiliated. It was as if she had fallen into a nightmare from which she could not awaken. The cold, steel bindings on her ankles and wrists bespoke a stark reality incongruous to her dreamlike state. Two weeks ago, if anyone had suggested that she would willingly submit to being anyone’s sexual slave, she would have bristled with ire. She was overwhelmed with how fast her life had changed, how quickly had been the descent into her baser nature.
From her confined position on the bed, Anna heard Devlin using the toilet. While he was pissing, the door to the bedroom opened. She heard Devlin’s voice echoing from the bathroom. “I’m done with her for the night, Vincent. Take her upstairs and give her her punishments before you put her to bed.”
Anna experienced an icy chill at Devlin’s words. The dreaded punishments that Devlin had prescribed for her were finally at hand. She clasped her tiny hands into fists and emitted a woeful whine of self pity.
Wordlessly, Vincent crawled on to the mattress and unclipped the chain from the headboard. He drew it though the ring in the wood just above Anna’s hands. A knot formed in her stomach as he guided her off of the bed and to her feet. Her body was tired and worn from her sexual ordeal, but her mind was alert, her senses heightened by the knowledge that she was soon to experience suffering at the butler’s hands.
Devlin had come out of the bathroom. Anna’s hands were still bound by the handcuffs in front of her and her blindfold still blocked her sight. Her knees were weak and her throat had become dry. She wanted to beg and plead with the man to spare her. She knew though that talking, or attempting to talk, since her mouth was still obscenely stuffed, would worsen her fate. Devlin stepped up to her and seized one of her breasts in his hand.
“Are you frightened, Anna?” he asked mockingly. “You should be. Vincent is an expert with the cane and twelve strokes is a lot to take. But don’t worry, he’ll take his time so that you can feel every one. Maybe tomorrow, you’ll do better.” His voice changing from a taunting tone to one of command, he said to Vincent, “When you have her mounted, bring down the other one.”
“Yes, Mr. Devlin,” Vincent replied.
Anna burst into sobs when she felt the pull of the chain on her hands signaling her duty to follow the butler to her fate. Why did she have to be beaten? She had done everything she could to follow Devlin’s rules. She would be good! He didn’t have to punish her!
But no one asked Anna for her opinion. She blindly followed Vincent’s lead past the door to the bedroom and down the hall. Her feet were bare and the rug below them was soft. Her chains rattled and clicked together as she walked. She had to adopt a shuffle to her steps to avoid tripping on the chain that led from her ankles.
“Bring down the other one,” Devlin had said. Anna recalled the footsteps she had heard in the hallway outside her room. They were indisputably from someone wearing high heeled shoes. During the day, she had wondered idly if they had belonged to Elaine. She had never gotten up the courage to ask, put off by Elaine’s statement that she shouldn’t ask too many questions about Devlin’s activities. But Elaine was back at the club with the banker. So it must be someone else. Some other woman was also serving time as Devlin’s abject prisoner! The realization that she was sharing the house with another woman who was suffering as she was, treated as a sexual toy, a lowly whore, brought no relief to the frightened woman. What kind of man was Devlin, she thought. Did he have a whole bevy of women in his power forced to serve his sexual whims? What did that portend
for her? Maybe it meant that her abuses at his hands would be limited. After all, if he had other women to torment and rape, maybe his use of her would be assuaged. He had said that he would fuck her 500 times over the next year. If he had other women to play with, maybe his interest in her would swiftly wane. She could only hope. In the meantime, she recalled as she was propelled blindly down the hall, she was on her way to be whipped.
When they reached the stairs to the upper floors, Vincent slowed so that Anna could manage them without falling. Her vision blocked by the dark, black cloth over her eyes, she had to estimate the distance between each stair. Her bare breasts bobbed and swayed as she struggled not to fall. She made careful, deliberate steps to avoid tripping. She could hear the lose chain between her feet dragging on the wooden steps. The higher they went in the mansion, the greater grew her fear. When they reached the top floor, her stomach was in knots and her heart was beating wildly. They passed down about fifty feet along the hall, past where the door to where her room should have been. When they came to a stop, she heard Vincent fiddling with some keys and then the unlocking of a door. A moment later, he pulled her into the room on the other side.
Anna shivered when she heard the door closed behind them. She was led a few feet deeper into the room. The hardwood floor was cool on her bare feet. Vincent released the chain that connected her ankles to her handcuffs and she sensed him stepping on up on what had to be a stool. There was the sound of the links in her chain running through some kind of a ring and then her hands were pulled up over her head. When they were fully outstretched, the steel of the handcuffs biting into her wrists, she heard Vincent move the stool and the sound of him clipping the end of the chain off to something.
When Vincent returned to where Anna was standing, her arms outstretched above her, he took the end of the chain that led to her manacled ankles and ran it through a ring in the floor between her feet. That too was pulled taut until her feet were drawn together and immobile. The butler returned to where Anna was standing helpless and untied her blindfold from behind her head.
The room was large, about fifteen by twenty and the walls were covered with mirrors. Anna saw her abject reflection all around her. The steel of her handcuffs and manacles glinted in the mirror. Her breasts were drawn tight by her outstretched posture. She could see the terror in her eyes.
Vincent’s reflection was everywhere. He walked over to the wall where Anna saw an array of whips and what looked like riding crops and canes mounted on hooks. He seemed to study them for a moment and then picked off of the wall a three foot long cane with a shiny, dark brown, leather handle. It was about an inch and a half around and made of finely polished, light colored wood. He brought it over to where Anna stood.
Anna felt her knees weaken and her stomach rebel when she saw the implement of her upcoming abuse in the man’s large, boney hand. She moaned from fear. She could feel the sweat starting to pour off of her body. Her throat was dry and tears were running down her face. She had never been so frightened in her life.
“This is the punishment room,” Vincent announced matter of factly, his voice echoing off of the cold, reflective walls. “This is the cane I am going to use to beat you with. I will be back in a few minutes. In the meantime, you can study it and think about the costs of disobedience.”
Vincent took the stool and stepped up to the ten foot high ceiling. There was a hook there and he looped the leather handle of the cane onto it. When he stepped back, Anna could see it swinging back and forth in front of her. The tip of the cane was about level with her eyes. She stared at it with fear in her heart as Vincent stepped quickly from the room.
The sound of the closing door echoed through the mirror encased room. A feeling of deep sorrow and loneliness spread through the frightened woman. She tried frantically to free her bound hands, but could not slip the handcuffs over the heels of her hands. She pulled at the bindings on her feet. Out in the hall, through the door, she heard another door open and close. A minute later there was the sound of Vincent’s footsteps followed by the unmistakable sound of a pair of high heeled shoes negotiating the wooden floor of the hallway. Her mind quickly calculated how much time she had before her ordeal would begin. Two minutes, three? Maybe five at the most.
Anna looked around the room frantically. Her own eyes peered back at her from the mirrored walls. Her face was distorted by her gag, her eyes were red rimmed. She could see the ends of her chains running along the ceiling and floor behind her to their termini. Her body, curvaceous and appealing, was reflected everywhere she looked. She could still see the three red stripes Vincent had placed upon it this morning and wondered, fearfully, what she would look like when he was through with her tonight. The cane that Vincent had selected appeared in the mirror a few feet in front of her. It had stopped swaying and hung there motionless like a harbinger of her fate. A chill ran through her body as she looked at herself and the cane reflected together. Then, up near the ceiling, in the corner of the room, she saw a small camera, a copy of the one in her bedroom. Its red light was on and it peered down at her. Her miseries were to be recorded. No doubt to be played later for the amusement of Devlin and his friends. There would be a permanent record of her agonies. It was doubtful that the cruel butler would shirk his duties to apply excruciating pain to her body when he knew that his boss might be watching.
A wave of dreadful fear overwhelmed the young woman and she renewed her futile efforts to free her self. The echoes of her whines of fear and the clattering chains bounced off of the mirrored walls. She was still desperately struggling when she heard the sound of Vincent’s steps on the stairs.
As the steps drew closer, Anna began to cry. When the door opened and Vincent stepped in, closing it behind him and locking it, her sobs turned into wails. He looked at her dispassionately and then removed his jacket. He hung it on the hook from which he had taken the cane and turned back to her. Deftly, he took hold of the dangling cane and lifted its handle free of the hook in the ceiling.
Seeing the cane in Vincent’s hands again caused Anna to lose all control. “Eeeeeas on’t eat eee! Eeeease!” she called out through her gag. “’ll ooo nytin! Eeeeease! Eeeeease!”
Vincent’s face showed no reaction to her pleading. He stepped up to her and took hold of the gag that filled her mouth, pulling it free. He placed the balled up fabric in his pocket. Anna coughed and sputtered as her mouth was liberated. She returned to her piteous imprecations.
“Please sir! Please don’t beat me! I’ll be good! I’ll do anything you say! Please!”
Vincent raised his free hand and placed it over Anna’s mouth, stifling her pleas. “In this room, you are allowed to beg and plead all that you want, Ms. Addunizio. Feel free to scream as loudly as you like. It will help you remember the pain and your suffering.”
When the cruel servant removed his hand from her mouth, Anna resumed her pleas. Her voice was lower now, supplicative. Somehow, the butler’s use of her last name made her surroundings and what was about to happen to her more surreal. Was she Anna Addunizio, or some abject sex slave? Or was she both? She hated herself for her weakness and servility. Her mind raced with the hope that she could say something, offer anything, that would make the cold, passionless man deviate from his master’s instructions.
“Please, sir,” she whined. “Please don’t beat me. I’ll suck your cock. I’ll let you fuck me. I’ll do anything you want. Please, just please don’t beat me.”
Disregarding Anna’s plaintive words, Vincent stood back from her and swung the cane through the air. It made a fierce ‘whoosh!’ as it sped rapidly in an arc. The sound made Anna even more frantic. Her voice was raised now.
“Oh, please don’t do this! Please! Please!” she called out. Vincent’s only response was to begin to circle around her. She turned her head and saw his reflection in the mirrored wall as he passed behind her. She saw his hand draw back and saw the cane begin to rush towards her flesh.
“Oh, god, no!” Anna called ou
t. The collision of the sturdy, thin cane on her flesh made a ‘cracking’ sound that resounded throughout the room. A line of fiery pain erupted across her plump, round buttocks.
“Awwwwwwwgh!” Anna called out. “Oh, god, that hurts!” she screamed. “Please don’t do it again! Please!”
“One,” Vincent announced. He waited a few moments and then raised his arm again. “Ohhhhhhh!” Anna yelled in anticipation of the pain to come. This time the cane landed on the backs of her thighs. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Anna screamed. “Oh, that hurts! Please stop! Please!”
“Two,” Vincent intoned.
Anna sobbed and cried as the pain from the strokes of the cane burned into her flesh. She saw Vincent circle around to her front. When his arm reared back, she closed her eyes and clamped her mouth shut to try and suppress her upcoming cry of pain. The cane crossed the front of her thighs. It felt like a knife had been drawn across them. Anna’s mouth burst open and an involuntary scream poured out. “Ahhhhhhhhh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhh!”
“Three,” Vincent stated coldly.
Anna’s body was trembling and shaking in her bonds. Burning pain emanated from where she had been struck. Her muscles carried the aching memory of the weight and speed of the cane where it struck her so forcefully.
Vincent waited until Anna had recovered a small degree of equanimity. Her face was contorted with anguish. It was wet with tears and her mouth turned down in a pitiful frown. Devlin had cruelly suggested that she would be given time to enjoy each blow she was to receive and she saw that his servant was insuring that his prediction would come true. She wanted it to be over, wanted the pitiless man to assail her in a flurry of repeated, rapid blows so that her suffering would be foreshortened. It was not to be.